“Babs!” exclaimed Cara, bestowing upon her more and more girlish admiration. “Do you know I planned this little party just to get acquainted with you?”
“You didn’t, really!”
“Yes I did,” pursued the girl in that golden robe. “I even bet with Dud that I could get you to come.”
“And now that you’ve got me here, what have I brought you?” Babs’ deep-blue eyes were as soft as velvet violets, as she, in turn, gazed lovingly at Cara Burke.
“Oh, a lot. You couldn’t understand, of course, Babs, but you must have noticed how jealous all the other girls were. I’m sure they have been talking about it all night or they would have been at our door. Here they come now.”
And at the unmistakable sounds of suppressed merry-making (it was almost midnight) Babs jumped up, and without giving herself a second for any silly consideration, she got into the black cap and gown.
The girls were knocking at the door.
CHAPTER XI
THE MIDNIGHT RIDE
Cara had scurried off and Babs was hiding behind the door, as she opened it. Giggling and spluttering in their hilarity they tumbled in, the Indian girl, in full regalia, leading the raid.
“Ee-yah! Gum-bow-wah, Minne-ha-ha, See-la,” chanted the one posing as the Indian. She was Ruth Harrison, of course, for it was Ruth who had so quickly decided upon the masquerade when she met the girls that afternoon. She hadn’t remembered about a pretty robe, so she turned the matter into a joke. This was the result of it.